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Poet's Corner... keep them brief!
August 31 2011
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RHP User
14 years ago
Here a pretty baby liesSung asleep with lullabies:Pray be silent and not stirTh' easy earth that covers her.Robert HerrickHugsStalky
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RHP User
14 years ago
Looks like nobody has any poems to post at the moment? I am not really into poetry, well to be honest I haven't really read any since school, although I do occasionally write the odd silly poem. The last poem I wrote was dedicated to someone I referred to as Chest Hair. xxMeeks
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RHP User
14 years ago
It's not a poem, but rather a song. My first child was born at 23 weeks in 1997, and never had a chance. One day, I might get around to recording it...."Before your time"At the changing of the season, a new life will arrive,When the sun grows strong and dark clouds leave the skyI must take a new direction from the way I live todayPick up my load and shoulder it with pride.It’s a road that’s been well travelled by many before meIn their well-worn footsteps I shall walkThe day will bring a challenge that will stay with me forever,I must rise and be the best that I can beBut sometimes things don’t go to plan, no reasons can I give;I wish I could explain to you why you never had the chance to liveYou came along before your time to tell the world helloYou couldn’t stay, you had to say goodbyeI’m glad I got to hold you even just for a little whileAs I held you in my armsI watched you slip awayI’m standing in the sacred garden, with sadness in my heart.So many children torn away, their families torn apartMy august child has lived and died, his mem’ry will remainI’ll hold him here in my heart ‘til my dying day, dying dayYou came along before your time to tell the world helloYou couldn’t stay, you had to say goodbyeI’m glad I got to hold you even just for a little whileAs I held you in my armsI watched you slip away
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RHP User
14 years ago
When I was a younger girlI had a little thingWhen I went to bed I'd put my finger inNow I am much older my thing has lost its charmNow it takes 5 finger and half my f***ing arm
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RHP User
14 years ago
this is an excerpt from one of a pile of poems I have written overs the years... (she) You are my passionate feast. I breathe the scent of your desire and lick it from your skin; devouring the lusty flavours, and my own nectar flows. Your heat, I absorb with hungry hands' greedy roaming. I feed the desire of my senses with your succulent temptation.... P.S rcflyer- that's really touching and beautiful....
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RHP User
14 years ago
Quoting 'rcflyer69' It's not a poem, but rather a song. My first child was born at 23 weeks in 1997, and never had a chance. One day, I might get around to recording it.... "Before your time" At the changing of the season, a new life will arrive,When the sun grows strong and dark clouds leave the skyI must take a new direction from the way I live todayPick up my load and shoulder it with pride.It’s a road that’s been well travelled by many before meIn their well-worn footsteps I shall walkThe day will bring a challenge that will stay with me forever,I must rise and be the best that I can beBut sometimes things don’t go to plan, no reasons can I give;I wish I could explain to you why you never had the chance to liveYou came along before your time to tell the world helloYou couldn’t stay, you had to say goodbyeI’m glad I got to hold you even just for a little whileAs I held you in my armsI watched you slip awayI’m standing in the sacred garden, with sadness in my heart.So many children torn away, their families torn apartMy august child has lived and died, his mem’ry will remainI’ll hold him here in my heart ‘til my dying day, dying dayYou came along before your time to tell the world helloYou couldn’t stay, you had to say goodbyeI’m glad I got to hold you even just for a little whileAs I held you in my armsI watched you slip away It brought a tear to my eye. Thank you.
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RHP User
14 years ago
I saw, when he took of his pants, .What a huge dick he has .I couldn't wait a second more .To take it up my ass . I lowered my pajamas .And my black thong as wel .lI felt like I was a big slut, .A cute but bad rebe .l There was no time to think about .What we were about to do .All I wanted at this point .Was a good anal screw . I got what I had asked to get .The guy took all his gut .And stuck his giant rock-hard cock .Deep down inside my butt . He fucked my ass, kept spanking me .I moaned as loud as hell .I screamed, talked dirty, spanked him back .Couldn’t surpress to yell: . “Dear God, what are you thinking of? .I am not made of glass! .Now get your dick ready to roll .And slam it up my ass!” . The guy did what he had to do .And nailed me from behind .‘Twas the best feeling in the world .He really fucked me blind! . Just minutes after our good start .He couldn’t wait no more .“Come here”, he yelled, “I need your face .You dirty fucking whore” . Just in time, I had just sat down, . In front, in the right place .He took a few last strokes and then .He came right in my face . I swallowed everything there was .And while I did some sucking .I realized, for the first time, . I adore anal fucking!
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RHP User
14 years ago
AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself——as it will seem to do— With “I have saved this afternoon for you”; And four wax candles in the darkened room, Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead, An atmosphere of Juliet’s tomb Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid. We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips. “So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul Should be resurrected only among friends Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.” —And so the conversation slips Among velleities and carefully caught regrets Through attenuated tones of violins Mingled with remote cornets And begins...
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RHP User
14 years ago
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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tamworthguy46
14 years ago
Quoting 'stalky'Here a pretty baby liesSung asleep with lullabies:Pray be silent and not stirTh' easy earth that covers her.Robert HerrickHugsStalky That's Depressing stalky.!....I'm going to have to read that " anal sex" one to cheer me up ...lol Tam
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RHP User
14 years ago
I stroked your face You never felt it My fingers explored the contours of your cheeks On my screen I traced my fingers down your body You never felt it Softly I caressed your chest and rested my hand on your heart I felt your breath rise and fall Silently I worshipped you You never witnessed it My adoration, as I imbibed you From my screenWPG
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RHP User
14 years ago
Icy Gazpacho Written By Semper Fi Reborn I would often enjoy, Traveling the backroads of my inner thoughts. Stopping along the way, To share a laugh with passersby. Who ever thought that it would happen? So suddenly even, So out of nowhere. I would start the car, Just ride for days on imagination. Until I reached the pump, And filled up on pleasant memories. Until the day it happened. There I was driving, Along the river banks of my sanity. When it happened! I hit an Icy Gazpacho!!! I couldn't stop laughing. Even after they put me in this room, With nice soft walls.
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RHP User
14 years ago
RC Flyer your song is truly beautiful and I think it would be a gift to others if you recorded it. Icy Gazpacho sent a shiver down my spine. How many others fear the road of their imagination? Bob, I'm wondering what I did with my TS Eliot book. I have learned that one has to treasure poetry books. Ms Whyte Rabbit, soft, sensuous words. . . . yummmand Just Enough . . . . . hahahaha I am not sure if I'm now desperate for anal or never want it again. INTENSEYou came We shared it was intense intensely beautiful intensely healing intensely soulful intensely joyful intensely poignant intensely fearful intensely affirming intensely powerful and it was terrifying! terrifyingly vulnerable terrifyingly trusting terrifyingly open terrifyingly powerful What intense, terrifying beauty is love. Stalky, good onya for creating a space for poetry. Hugs Wild
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RHP User
14 years ago
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?What primal night does Man touch with his senses?Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:Love is a war of lightning,and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,and a genital fire, transformed by delight,slips through the narrow channels of bloodto precipitate a nocturnal carnation,to be, and be nothing but light in the dark. Pablo Neruda
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RHP User
14 years ago
Thank you.
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RHP User
14 years ago
You've been thinking 'bout irrumationJuice flows as you wait in anticipationSwelling fills, you're craving for aspyxiophiliaI'm turned on with your agonophiliaYou fall into eroto-comatose lucuidityNow your cunt gains more fluidityYou get excited at vincilagniaas I take time to practice MerinthopiliaNow tied you scream for sacred Candaulismlust fills you at thoughts of Hetaerismand there's one main thought as you layit's your desire for open mouthed bukkakeTaken from this lair, in elationyou demand sexual miscegeationwithout thought of percieved treacheryI watch, at your hunger, at your venery.His swelling inside to which you sucumbYou look to me as you cum.Mentulomania ensues, your mind it stoleand you take his cock in fellatio Your Pareunomania excites as I see your shy grinYou suck him more and I have to join in.You cunt recieves me, soaked from black.You are my perfect Pantophiliac
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RHP User
14 years ago
The boy stood on the burning deck his pocket full of crackers one blew off between his legs and blew of both his knackers
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RHP User
14 years ago
Fuzzy Wuzzy Was A BearFuzzy Wuzzy Had NO HairFuzzy Wuzzy didn't carecauseFuzzy Wuzzy Was A Bear ..
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RHP User
14 years ago
Remember when you couldnt make your trouser snake behave When every single morning it would stand and watch you shave And now your old and feeble and your pilot light is out What used to be your sex appeal Is now your water spout!
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RHP User
14 years ago
Remember when you couldnt make your trouser snake behave When every single morning it would stand and watch you shave And now your old and feeble and your pilot light is out What used to be your sex appeal Is now your water spout!
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RHP User
14 years ago
There was a young whore from Peruwho filled her vagina with glueshe said with a grinif they pay to get inthey can pay to get out too
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RHP User
14 years ago
Holy mother full of grace bless my boyfriend's gorgeous face Bless his hair that tends to curl Keep him safe from all the girls Bless his arms that are so strong Keep his hands where they belong Bless his dick, the one i sucked Bless the bed, in which we fucked And if my mum happened to walk in Bless the shit id be in!
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RHP User
14 years ago
Roots and Wings The fugitives run, while authorities remain chaste A Babylon of exile wherein we are... free at lastDriven asunder from the beasts of men Our bodies wet with the dew of ecstasy Until we grew hair long and golden like the lion's mane Wild and untamed, thriving in the steamy jungles of Hell Betwixt chemically induced reflexives And the most barren of savage lands We always chase the ones we need to chase, everybody else is running Overthrown by the evils of civilization and the impenetrable cage of morality Fuel the hate and feed your fate Ignorance begets only death With looming prophecies of genocide and post apocalyptic judgment Marching through this manmade devastation, picking up the pieces Here we stand atop Zion, awaiting salvation Instrumental to the maelstrom on arrival Effigies of living proof that you live what you create and reap what you've sewn The self-fulfilling commandments of tribal warriors praying for a bloody exodus Children of the Moon Like the last leaf on a dying tree, I shiver Silent and complete Adorned with the bones of great beasts The hunted and devouredUnder darkest skies we bake their flesh With brightest fire and hungry eyes Carving a legacy of brutality, the bearers of no name Fools and wise men join the quest Sacrificing their humanity for a taste of the divine primitive A spirit so tortured and bereaved Bled from chaos A.D, raging against this war on technology Disorder and elitism are one in the same Bred in cages of human growth discontent, an army of savages without fear United in strength and in stealth we kill I will refuse your evolution, the empty husks of what you conceive a 'mankind' This self-deprecating cult of thieves and murderers A violent pornography of consensual disconnection, choking on the absolution of your discord Marching your pigs off to slaughter and ruin Here we are now, running to Babylon... feral passion surrogates spewed forth from Gaia's womb! © Devlin Black
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RHP User
14 years ago
Nick Wilde may you never cease to encapsulate the modern moment! Very contemporary thoughts there mate. Roots and Wings.. I attempted to share similar sentiments to a friend of mine when he was arguing about the carbon tax and I tried to say that it doesn't matter.... we're all sitting around sipping tea and scones waiting for the impending revolution.HugsStalky
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RHP User
14 years ago
Coming be- comes you, little one: rockabye world as you lie, and the great pang takes you in waves. Coming becomes you. With horses you come, with arabian slather with jugular grunts and in fretwork, in fistfuls, on Fridays we come in the danger and midnight of horses. Coming you come like a spill, like a spell, like a spoonful of flesh in the roaring, high on blood ocean, come with your horses, you come to be played. In after- come, you nuzzle; you nestle and noodle and nest. And the ghosts in your eyes do their long-legged, chaste parade. Each time such sadness hushes me: slow ache in your gaze—nostalgia for now, for now as it goes away. You're beautiful, small queen of the pillow drowse, and rockabye world in my arms. Coming becomes you.- Dennis Lee
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RHP User
14 years ago
One of my all-time favourite songs...Once upon a time, there was a tavernWhere we used to raise a glass or twoRemember how we laughed away the hours,Think of all the great things we would doThose were the days, my friendWe thought they'd never endWe'd sing and dance forever and a dayWe'd live the life we'd chooseWe'd fight and never loseFor we were young and sure to have our wayThen, the busy years went rushing by usWe lost our starry notions on the wayIf, by chance, I'd see you in the tavern,We'd smile at one another and we'd sayThose were the days, my friendWe thought they'd never endWe'd sing and dance forever and a dayWe'd live the life we'd chooseWe'd fight and never loseThose were the days, oh yes, those were the daysJust tonight, I stood before the tavernNothing seemed the way it used to beIn the glass, I saw a strange reflectionWas that lonely woman really me?Those were the days, my friendWe thought they'd never endWe'd sing and dance forever and a dayWe'd live the life we'd chooseWe'd fight and never loseThose were the days, oh yes, those were the daysThrough the door, there came familiar laughterI saw your face and heard you call my nameOh, my friend, we're older but no wiserFor in our hearts, the dreams are still the sameThose were the days, my friendWe thought they'd never endWe'd sing and dance forever and a dayWe'd live the life we'd chooseWe'd fight and never loseThose were the days, oh yes, those were the days
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naughtymissxena
14 years ago
Your eyes they spark like staticyour lips are a drug and i am a addictskin to skin sensation takes overi feel myself slippingslowly slowly going downemotion sensation it takes overlove this chemical induced hazedread the moment it disapates
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RHP User
14 years ago
I watchyou live your lifeyou laugh and playand I watchI seeyou smileand flirt and banterand I seeI hearwhat you saythe words you usebut I don't understandBecauseI watchI seeI hearBut I don't feel
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RHP User
14 years ago
Oh Bratzi... that is exactly why so many of us seem to enjoy a good spanking. :)I love all the talent coming out of the woodwork here... Who would have thought that sticky pies could be so passionate!HugsStalky
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RHP User
14 years ago
Haikus are easybut sometimes they don't make senseHippopotamus
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RHP User
14 years ago
Dark Intent Ankles shackled and arms restrainedShe struggles and struggles, her face is painedThe feel of the leather, losing her breathHer chest is heavy with fear of deathHe comes, he watches, he teases with eyesWatching her expression, he begins to riseHe approaches her slowly, her heart beats fastWill he touch her? He does. At last!Her body a quivver with feelings of fearHe touches her lightly, his intent is clear. By Casper74
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RHP User
14 years ago
TAKEN she welcomed him home with a tousled mane and a freshly shaved labial smile acting as though there was nothing missing in her array she knew that soon she would be bent over the table ecstatically split in two and fucked within an inch of her consciousness just as she’d planned
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RHP User
14 years ago
I can see I'm going to have to get my paddle out on some of the more naughty students around here. :pHugsStalky
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RHP User
14 years ago
Quoting 'stalky'I can see I'm going to have to get my paddle out on some of the more naughty students around here. :pHugsStalky Oh stalky, there might be a fight over the paddle?? ...lol... Although I could hold her and you paddle, that would be acceptable! :-) Casper74
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RHP User
14 years ago
The Curse I see what I see I do what I do I share what I share I used to hide too much to I believe in the truth But others dont see That infinite love is The only truth that may be I find that I trust I get hurt from this too I find that I love I lose all but a few I mention their faults I want them to grow I hurt them with honesty But in the end they just go I ask for forginveness But too late in this 'verse I lay with eyes open This is my curse. Casper74
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RHP User
14 years ago
Quoting 'Casper74' Quoting 'stalky'I can see I'm going to have to get my paddle out on some of the more naughty students around here. :pHugsStalky Oh stalky, there might be a fight over the paddle?? ...lol... Although I could hold her and you paddle, that would be acceptable! :-) Casper74 Oh yes quite acceptable.......She giggles with delight as she races off to assume the position
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RHP User
14 years ago
Observered,nothing more..................A light fades across eve`s watera pool of thought and memory graceseeing ripples that come here afterassuming love comes face to facelives are lived through snowy weatherthoughts aside until we live foreverunited we are,unknown to somea conglomerate of mirth filled leversGraze across the meadow farbut come back home upon a sparklightfilled beams penetrateaway upon a placial plateSee beyound your inspired mootDisplaced from this deciphered trutha pierced heart for light and lovebequethed upon a magis rug
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RHP User
14 years ago
little bird with just one wing he cant fly so he wont sing so he is doomed for life to be a fucking useless thing
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RHP User
14 years ago
Let me wear the mask . Donne the feathered crown,. the leather and the fur. Let me walk amongst you once again .Anonymous .Unnoticed ..save a flicker at the edge of your eye.
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RHP User
14 years ago
She Was a Phantom Of DelightWhen first she gleaned upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo Be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's too her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and Cheerfull Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to strartle , and way-lay.I saw her upon a nearer viewA Spirit, yet a Womans too!Her household motions light and free,and steps of virgin-liberty;A countenance in which did meetSweet records,promises as sweet;A Creature not too bright or goodFor human nature's daily food;For transient sorrows, simple wiles,Praise, blame, love, kisses , tears, and smilesAnd now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine;A Being of breathing thoughtful breath,A Traveller between life and death;The reason firm,the temperate will,Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;A perfect Woman, nobly plannedTo warn, to comfort , and command;And yet a Spirit still , and brightWith something of angelic light
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RHP User
14 years ago
thank you rcflyer
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RHP User
14 years ago
Roses are red Violets are blueThe shorter the skirtThe better the view CheersC
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RHP User
14 years ago
See the world in a grain of sand, And heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. W.Blake One of my most cherished grounding poems. It reminds me of how small we really are and how large our dreams can bloom.
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contemplating1
14 years ago
Hi there! I understand Stalky's comment from his original post....Writing/poetry can expose your soul! I went through a period around 10yrs ago, where I felt the urge & passion to pen... Anyway I just dug one out to share. “AfterGlow” I look up into the night, The stars do I see, The moon’s shining bright, Let your mind come with me… I’ll take you away, To a far off place, Where we can be together, In a hot burning embrace! My passions, desires, You’ve unlocked my door, Come closer, my darling, You’ve got to my core. Can feel your skin, So close to mine, Can feel your heart, It’s so divine. A passionate kiss, Of tongue to tongue, My hands now roaming, And now so, is my tongue. My mind is now driven, To give you my all, Can you feel it within me? As we writhe on the floor. My eyes now rolled back, As you pleasure me too, We’re tasting each other, Just me, and just you. My pulse is now racing, My breathing grows short, I want you, my darling, It’s you that I’ve sought. Can feel the exhilaration, As I enter you there, We’re together as one, My minds with you there. As we grind our sweet bodies, It’s in and it’s out, Come with me, my Shelly, Lets scream and lets shout! Can you feel the connection? As our fluids unite, This is one feeling, my darling, I’m not going to fight! You’ve taken me places, I’d almost forgot, I’ve only just known you, But my spirit, you’ve got! As I open my eyes, The stars still shining bright, I’m thinking of you, And have been, all night…
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RHP User
14 years ago
Oh lets take a small reflection off a rippled pondTo consider those reflections from our point, not viewTwisted and contorted all does come this wayThe minds eye sees what it may. Thus I ripple the rippled, and contort contortion. Then on a sunny day with my mind astray I do find a reflection, perfect in every way. Could it be that I have found love in the mangled way.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Yes! Awesome.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Said the Big Red Rooster to the little red hen, "You haven't laid an egg in God knows when!"Said the little red hen to the Big Red Rooster, "You don't come round as often as you used'ta!"
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RHP User
14 years ago
To enter the garden in May with gloomy weather just moments away.Gathering far away on distant horizon and ready to stray.Boiling and mad young clouds fighting to play in the lonely garden of May.I bid them well in their wretched way to do the best that they may.Then in the madness of deepest winter the folly of twisted abandon they do play.Bolts so sharp, so loud. Smashing the earth and cutting the sky.Drenching the garden and all is grey, To cover the lands in a blanket of hail.Oh the clouds do love to play, love to lay our hearts in dismay.Then as the days do long of sunlight the clouds do part for a day.Beams of warmth and power do strike my lovely garden today.So to the sky, with my heart open, still raptured in their display I say thank you.Thank you for the darkness, the cold, and the hail.For the beauty of a flower filled garden that was so drab in May.It was well worthy of the mad clouds that did play. A kiss to the sky for its wicked way. I will welcome you back past next May.For light has no meaning nor reason with no darkness and folly at play.Hi baby a little formulaic but what the hay... xxxPS hope this did not double post (RHP Team get it together)
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RHP User
14 years ago
Wicked witches, witches and bitches. Born of beauty in hope it stays.My lovely new ladies don't be lead astray by powers given only but once.Up high and flying so fast, long strand from glowing hair snapping at the air.Lady lady you are drifting away, for once is one and never again...Ok will stop now.... :)
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RHP User
14 years ago
Poem poetic.Poem so kind.Love the goal.Goals like mine.Love be grand.Grand so large.Awesome too,Magic, kind.Tomorrow.Today too.Please be mine.Love so kind.Bring love here.Be all mine.Beautiful.Maybe mine.Then I countTwo or threeHow many,Have been mine.Still I loveLike sun shineAll I lovedMany times.Sunburn't love.Blind mans love.Silly me.I require.Thank you babe.Thank the doll.Cold magic.You where kind.Till next timeA while still.See a ghostIs that you.Till next timeWhen love bloomsFor a whileNot to soon.See you thereEmbrace thenKisses pleaseWhen there too.Love honeyThat is youTill that dayAlways you.----------------eek but was fun.
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RHP User
14 years ago
I really miss my little kittyhes fun and playful and oh so prettyI let him out one day and he never came homenow i fall to sleep without him, alonenext time i'll do a happy one
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RHP User
14 years ago
A man wrote to me of ‘the remnants of love, matted and tangled’ I wish I could find such remnants On sites like these, only one thing dominates Yet we still put it into words What I’m seeking is unclear Love, or lust, or both? Are the two mutually exclusive? I’ve gotten sick of searching Yet still keep up the hunt Perhaps I do believe in true love after all But how can there be love when there are penises? Loving this thread, guys. Inspiring!
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Playful2looking
14 years ago
Niki the web cam Queen Oh Niki; Niki; a beautiful woman naked on my computer screen; Oh my gorgeous nymph: Won’t you please dance for me? Show me the delights you hide from me; Tease me; please me; Oh how my body trembles for you; The mere glimmer of your naked body hardens my manhood; It stands tall and erect for you. Peel away your clothes and display yourself. Show me what only your husband has seen. Open your legs spread them wide across my screen. I beg of you, allow me to gaze upon your garden. I live only for the faint image of your nakedness on my screen. Niki; Niki my pretty cyber Queen, make love to me; with your flickering image. You are so naked so naughty My siren; my temptress my obsession, Make love to your husband but think of me roaming the internet, stiff and desperate for your touch. Think of us spying on you with our web cams while you scream out from the pleasure you are getting from him. Think of all us men desperately pawing at our key boards. Longing for the image of your naked body to flicker forever on our screens; We only live for you, our desires; our fantasies are only for you. Our life blood pumps for you. Please don’t go I need you; we need you Niki. Flash your naked body to us across the cyber net. Your naked body has made love to us all. Please Niki on please dance across our screens one more time. So we may get a release from our ragging passion. We only have that flickering image of you; Does your husband know, how many men that you have made love to on this screen? Do this one more time for all the men that adore you.
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RHP User
14 years ago
first post eva guys wooo! this ones a little dark but i like it anyway he who appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward he who cannot stand up for himself without said law is both for a wounded man will say to his assailant if I live, I will kill you if I die, you are forgiven such is the rule of honour
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RHP User
14 years ago
I lay in across the crumpled sheets, my hair is all in tatters. My lover has a huge fat cock and that is all that matters. He is a pilot of renown he flies in twice a week I know my mouth and puss is all the things he seeks We roll around the bed and floor he fucks me day and night and then he packs up his bags and heads back on his flight. I like to be the pilots lover it suits me very well I like to be the mistress I never kiss and tell So when he goes I kiss his cheek and nearly shed a tear The only thing that makes me smile, is his wing man will soon be here. So ladies having pilots is really quite the go, as now I have so many lovers I no longer fly solo.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Deep and darkened swamp. Dank and ugly place. Light but just for a moment. Light for nothing more then chance. Occasion maybe to know ones eye. Luck maybe or is it destiny. From my little corner, my home dark in its place. Chancing on a beam. Hope is it, maybe.Oh sunshine how I wish of thee.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Ohh so sweet, mmm I love that feel.Yummy oh please once more. As in the store standing in awe. What joy to be in the candy store. What love it is to so near. To run a hand deep in glee, to swim in that colourful sea.
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RHP User
14 years ago
What love it is to so near. should beWhat love it is to be so near.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Hey the Stalky from who knows where.Strange presence for years and more.Love the thought of strange attraction,But not in a science fiction wayWhat an opening you have givento the strange poet in me.To bounce word on word Simply to make fingers whirl.Thus this this threadBuilt on a lust and need.Is so nice to let it freeThat strange poet in me.-----------------------------------Great thread and cant stop typing when I get here.Say stop someone or there will be so much more.
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RHP User
14 years ago
I am inviting you to a tender kiss. Warm and moist whispers of your lips that I long to hear. I wrap you in an embrace and your words soothingly release my soul. I hear your voice in the rhythm of my heart. My body becomes light like your words uttered with intentional reason. Our nourishing bodies now in skin light glow. I hear your sigh as my kisses find you soft and ripe. I feel your body quiver under my warm breath at your navel. The tasteful dew of your flower draws me. You feed my mind by your gentle sigh. Your petals are hot, tender and bloomed. Each stroke of my tongue moves you like a rose in a gentle breeze. Your sigh like the whispered dream calls to rise and confer my lips to yours. Sensual kiss you give to draw me inside of you for our body dance. We move the room like the shadows dance with a joyous candle. The warmth of your inside makes me throb. You dance so well to the rhythm of heart. Awaited throb you make me feel with your hands. You hold me tight as I move hard, I feel you quiver upon your scream. The heat of the river of lust has broken the walls. I feel your heat. You hold me tight as I now reach into a deeper stroke. You scream as I now unload deep inside of you. The river within has summoned both of us. The gaze upon your eyes is deep in my soul. I anchor at the backdrop of your pure smile. We rest in an embrace like lotus upon a pond. Our lips awaken in little moist ticks of sensual kisses. No need for words, no need to open the voices. Just a gentle breath is all that is heard in the room. A gentle stroke of your hand through my hair awakes our song. So we dance yet again our lovers’ dance.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Twas a full moonlit night, The evening World was aglow. When I felt the kiss Of Cupid’s little bow. “What the fuck was that?” my mind screamed in indignation. “Did you just say I love you? Against all my protestation?” I did, I did. My body numb with the shock. But deep, down inside my heart and soul, Where broken pieces and wounds were kept under secure key, Something, Someone, Had broken open the lock. The emotions rushed out, seething and churning, My mind in a rage trying to hold back the tide that was turning. Obstacles and questions were placed in my thoughts But nothing could deny these feelings what they sought. And as a way to guide them The thief left a flickering torch, That reignited my cold dead heart with passion, And yearning. So now my body trembles With desire and feeling. Those contrary thoughts voiceless, Overpowered, bloodied and reeling. My Self, my Being finally left to just be, Unshackled and boundless , Wild, cheeky, naughty, romantic, passionate, loving And Free. To you I have all to blame, to you I have all to thank. Without you I’d still be lost, Locked away, With sightless eyes, Lonely in the dark. Plunging through life, not knowing where to turn But it’s to you I turn now, My saviour, My light, That makes the World seem so much less stark. So here we are on a journey, The great one called life. Other travellers took different paths, Or their journey came to an end But you and I will continue along through the wind and the rain. And when the rough patches stop and the path is a-dryin’, When the Sun comes out on clear, blue, open skies, We’ll still be travelling to that far distant horizon. My Delicious.
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RHP User
14 years ago
The night was dark and stormy the billy goat gruff was blind, he bumped into a barb wire fence and ripped his never you mind
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RHP User
14 years ago
Is it s sin to practice poses in the showers at the gym?It seems appropriate that poetry sufficeto ask this sordid questionto see if I'm being nice.You see I have no time remainingwhat with family and workand yahoo answers r & s,with gym and time to flirt,I need to practice body posesfor my debutant exhibitionto make the work that Ive put inmy loaded ammunition.Is it sinful to practice posingin the showers at the gym?I strike a pose all glisteningsoaped up in front of him,and flex my butt and biceps,my triceps and my thighswhich raises more than interestfrom some of the other guys.Is it sinful to practice posingin the showers at the gym?There are no reflections showing offthe work that I've put in,so I leave my door wide openand I guage the satisfactionby measuring the grin.Is it sinful to practice poses nudein the showers at the gym?
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RHP User
14 years ago
Earlier in this thread, I posted lyrics to a song I wrote, and received some positive comments - thanks again!Here's a link to its first live performance..http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXkACr3jVKE
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RHP User
14 years ago
Thanks for sharing that RCF.HugsGaz
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RHP User
14 years ago
flyerboy....I cried the first time I read your post....and cried again watching the video,thanks, its beautiful.
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RHP User
14 years ago
In my chest rests an actor’s heart For mine has long stopped beating To attack it did succumb Upon a chance most fleeting My mind my heart did not outdo Its tenure then expired No actor’s thoughts to bring relief Left at that moment mired.
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RHP User
14 years ago
Twice i've tried to start a writers but then saw this i wish the mods had just pointed me here. I actually found this while looking at jucedup's profile.@Vagabonde, jucedup and goindownswinginanyway, here's mine..LOVE.my heart explodes.a chrysanthemum of glittering, spinning angular shards.reflecting the the bright glow of my soul.it expands.looping.arching.dispersing.dispensing with order.fading as the fragments become distant.passing unannounced they settle.each speck in a new domain distant from familiarity.steady.peaceful.quiet.then, slow contraction and gathering.gravitating.attracting.re-learning.my heart forms a new.ready for the next adventure.a fresh universe.== LRE Dec 2010 ==
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RHP User
14 years ago
I meant to say.@Vagabonde, jucedup and goindownswingin -- really nice work.. thanks for posting..actually there is loads of good work. I'm just playing favourites LOL
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RHP User
14 years ago
about the piece in question, written "in the now" for a friend... Thankyou LRE for the reminder :) Tis days like today that it helps to remember that there are balms that exist for a bruised and abraded soul... that poetry may be written, forgotten, found and appreciated... that people change and grow, enter and depart your field of perception, hurt and heal, cry and laugh. This was a good day to reread this thread, thanks.
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